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Saturday, August 22, 2015

Welcome to this week's #MySexySaturday. This week, I'm celebrating a new release -- the series starter Summer School. The ultra-hot short kicks off the Sex University series.

This week's theme is That Sexy Time of Day.

“Ah, che
bella,” Lucy said. “How could I have chosen someone better than you, and
that gorgeous Roman ass?”

“You can call me beautiful as much as you
like, in many different languages,” Toni said. “Hopefully this means I’ll get
the job.”

“We’ll have to see how you hold up
first,” Lucy replied. From the clever interaction so far, though, Lucy figured
she’d enjoy having the art teacher around. Too bad she would probably be hired
for the other campus.

Beneath her palm, Toni’s ass felt smooth.
She glided her fingertips over the silky skin, knowingly sending shivers of
sensation through both of their bodies. She preferred to draw out the
anticipation, not letting the subject know when the spanking would start.

With each traverse of the circle,
starting at one hip, dipping down around the most delicious bottom curve, over
to the other side, and back up again, Toni relaxed her muscles, falling into
the gentle tactical rhythm. Lucy soothed, playing her potential employee well. She
enjoyed demonstrating such an interaction, building a connection of trust.

Ms. Lucy dreams of starting a sex school in San Francisco,
the City of Love. After interviewing
some promising candidates, including Antoinella
De Luca, an artist who integrates her tools into playtime, and twin blond
surfer hotties, Blaine and Wayne, Lucy launches a soft opening, Summer School.

One of the first
students to join, Willow, comes seeking to explore new experiences. When paired
with Ted, who she feels is way out of her league, it’s a game of give or give.

Lucy likes it
when the shy ones pair up with those with more confidence. And so do we!

Friday, August 21, 2015

Uncaged
book 25, is my second contribution to the Black Hills Wolves series. Portrait
of a Lone Wolf, book 7 was my first. I can’t say enough great things about this
amazing series. I love all the books, and each of the authors has been a joy to
work with. I have at least two more Black Hills Wolves books coming in early
2016. There will be some fun surprises too.

Uncaged,
has a special place in my heart. It’s dedicated to my late sister Christy. I
was fortunate enough to have Christy spend her last months in my home. During
one of our most poignant conversations, she confessed, “I thought my life would
have more romance.” She had a few intense relationships and lots of drama, but
never a loving romance with someone who really cared. Within a day of her passing,
I started writing Uncaged, determined to give Christy the protective,
understanding hero she never had in real life. I created Mitchell for Christy,
but I hope you’ll love him too, because we all deserve a hero who can love us
as we are.

Blurb:
Mitchell Waya was born to rage in a cage. Every time he competes in a mixed
martial arts match, he brings two secret weapons to the ring—a raging heart and
the blood of a wolf. When the beast within explodes, no man stands a chance.
Scaling the heights of an international career, he’s not prepared for the
tragedy and scandal that overtakes him.

At
fourteen, Christy was abducted and abused by a brutal cult of survivalist. In a
brave act of defiance, she attempts to escape but finds herself facing
execution in a dark alley. When Mitchell appears from the shadows like an
avenging angel to rescue her, she catches a glimpse of the protective wolf’s
fury. They form a brief but intense bond but then Fate pushes them apart.

Four
years pass. Fortunes change. Concerned about Mitchell’s welfare, Christy
reaches out, but her kind deed puts her squarely in a killer’s sights, and only
the courage of a wolf can save her.

Excerpt:

“Gee!” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Two cheeseburgers and fries.”

“No cheese on mine,” she added. “I’ll
pay. I appreciate you taking the time to sit down with me.”

He shook his head. “Gee will put
cheese on it anyway. In his mind, a hamburger comes with cheese. I’ve tried
asking him to leave the cheese off mine, but he won’t do it. He’s an eccentric.
I used to peel it away, now I just eat it.”

“Okay.”

“The burgers are on me. I’ve got a
tab here, and I rent a room upstairs.”

“Here?” She appeared scandalized.
“You live above a pool hall? I figured you owned a trophy home somewhere
nearby.”

Settling into his chair. “Nope.”

“This place looks rowdy. It must be
hard to sleep.”

How could he explain the clack of pool cues and blaring music
filtering through the floorboards were pleasant alternatives to the angry voice
in his head telling him he was a worthless jerk. “I don’t mind.”

Drumming her fingertips on the table,
she glanced around. “So, the Tex Wilkins story is true? You really are broke?”

“Disappointed? You sure don’t look
like a gold digger.”

She didn’t skip a beat. A spark of
compassion shone in her eyes. “You deserve better.”

Her words sounded convincing as if
she did care. He took a long look at her. Even a half-dozen layers of frumpy
clothes didn’t obliterate a graceful frame and hint of soft curves. Tons of
wild auburn hair tumbled in waves around her face. Her lush lips sent
conflicting messages. A new terror entered his thoughts. He half feared she
might be one of the women he’d hooked up with on the circuit and long
forgotten, or didn’t recognize minus the heavy glamor makeup. He hoped to God
he’d never messed with anyone this young. “Have we met?”

She seemed anxious, almost
breathless. Her lips parted. “Once.”

Panic set in. “I am so sorry if I did
or said anything to hurt your feelings or mislead you. During a chunk of my
life, everything moved so fast it became a blur. I’m not proud of my
promiscuous behavior, but I can’t say I regret it either. If I—”

Her jaw dropped. “What are you
talking about?”

He gulped. “Have we…the two of us…you
know?”

Her cheeks flushed. “No! Absolutely
not.”

“That’s a relief. I’d hate to forget
someone like you.”

Turning her face, she stared at the
wall. “I made a big mistake approaching you this way.”

He threw his hands in
the air. “I told you not to come. Don’t pretend to be shocked. I thought you
wanted a where-is-he-now interview. The more horrid stuff dug up about me the
better, am I right?”

Katalina Leon is an artist and
author who can’t commit to a single genre. Her favorite playgrounds are
historical, Sci-fi, contemporary, and most of all paranormal realms. Katalina
brings a sense of adventure and a touch of the mystical to erotic romance. She
believes there's a daring heroine inside every woman who wants to take a wild
ride with a strong worthy hero.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Trilled to join in the cover reveal of Sabrina Sol's upcoming Brazen novel, Delicious Complication. For those who don't know, I went to college with Ms. Sol, and we're in the OCC/RWA chapter together. Can't wait to read this hotness!

Cover Reveal: Brazen-hotness by Sabrina Sol

Title:
Delicious Complication

Author:
Sabrina Sol

Tagline: Temptation is a dish best served hot...

Series Name:
Delicious Desires #2

Blurb:

Event planner Daisy Robles can't remember a time when celebrity restaurateur―and
celebrated playboy―Brandon
Montoya didn't make her nuts. His infuriating arrogance, his hotness...his
undeniable sexual energy. One night and a whole lot of expensive tequila later,
Daisy's self-control is AWOL. And Brandon's making her crazy in all the
right ways.

When their
tequila-fueled make-out session hits the tabloids, Brandon is furious. At least
until he realizes his “relationship” with Daisy is his chance to get his ill
mother to Los Angeles for treatment. All he has to do is convince Daisy to be
his pretend fiancée for two weeks...

The deal? No sex and no falling in love. But all it takes
is a little heat to find themselves in a deliciously compromising position...

Excerpt:

Brandon laughed even
harder. So hard that she could see tears in his eyes. As much as she liked seeing
his mood lift, she hated to be the source of his amusement. Familiar pricks of
annoyance stabbed at the back of her neck. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”

“It’s just…you try to
act like you’re this tough, independent woman, and it turns out you’re not so
tough after all. It’s…satisfying.”

Daisy slapped a hand
on the bar. “Are you kidding me? Your whole life is about projecting
perfection. Your hair, this suit, your car…the women you date. I’d be careful
if I were you, Brandon. If you date any more Barbies, the tabloids are going to
start calling you Ken. And we all know what poor Ken was missing.”

She lowered her eyes
to his crotch and Brandon followed them. Then his head snapped back up and his
laser stare went straight to her lips. “Trust me. The Barbies have no
complaints. But if you don’t believe me, I’m happy to prove it to you, since I
know you’ve been wondering.”

Invisible flames
rushed up her face, burning her with both embarrassment and lust. She knew it
had been a bad idea to drink with Brandon. She’d become too loose, too
comfortable. And—before they started talking about his mom—she had started to
become a little turned on. Damn alcohol.

Still, there was no
way in hell she would ever admit he’d come close to the truth. He’d make fun of
her again. Or worse, he’d sleep with her and then in the morning do whatever he
could to make the situation go away.

Daisy had been tossed
aside by enough people in her life. She wasn’t about to add a celebrity
restaurant owner to the list. “Sorry, buddy. But there’s not enough tequila in
this world.”

She watched his jaw
muscle tense and knew she hit a nerve. Then his expression relaxed. “Suit
yourself,” he said with a shrug before finally downing his shot. “Anyway, we
both know you’re not my type. I like my women a little less bossy.”

Angry, mortified, and
tipsy, Daisy jumped off the stool and bent to pick up her shoes. She tried to
think of one last snarky comeback to toss at him before storming out of the
bar. But when she stood back up, she couldn’t even form the words. It wasn’t
her temper that left her speechless—it was the sight, just beyond Brandon’s
shoulder, of her ex and that bruja
Ginger snuggling in a corner booth.

Brandon noticed her
still standing there and waved his hand. “Hello? I thought you were leaving?”

Daisy dropped her
shoes and quickly slid her stool out of the way so she could reach to pull his
hand down. That’s when Luis caught her eye and waved. “Great. Just great,” she
muttered. “Now he knows I’m here.”

“Who knows?” Brandon
moved as if to turn his head to see who Daisy was staring at.

“No. Don’t look.”

But it was too late.
Brandon looked and then Luis awkwardly waved at him, too. He whispered
something in Ginger’s ear and she nodded. Daisy watched as her ex called the
waitress over. Her stomach sank. They were going to come over for a chat. She
knew it. It had been awful enough to have to fake a smile every time she ran
into them during the reception. But now, with a few tequila shots in her, Daisy
doubted she could playact one more time. She was fired up from the last rumble
with Brandon, in more ways than one.

There was no telling
what she’d do if that witch waved her gaudy ring in front of her again. It
would be bad for her to make a scene, or worse, get thrown out for making a
scene. How could she hope to plan another wedding at the hotel if the owners
had a restraining order against her?

She needed a buffer.
Something or someone to make sure that she didn’t make a complete ass of
herself.

That’s when the most
ridiculous idea popped into Daisy’s head. So ridiculous she had to cover her
mouth to stifle the giggle threatening to erupt. The man was dealing with the news that his mom had cancer. He’d probably
never go for it. But as she watched Luis pay his tab, her ridiculous idea
started sounding better and better.

“Kiss me,” she blurted
to Brandon as Luis and Ginger stood up from their table.

“Desperate? Forget it.
You’re crazy if you think I’m going to kiss you after you just insulted me.”

“Oh my God. Would you
do something useful with that tongue of yours for once and kiss—”

Brandon pulled her
toward him and kissed her—hard—and his mouth swallowed up the rest of her
sentence. At first, she was too shocked to kiss him back. Her eyes had been
focused on Luis and Ginger walking toward them. But as Brandon’s warm tongue
pressed forward, seeking entry, she no longer saw anything or anyone. She
opened to him and he released a low groan that weakened her knees. She wrapped
her arms around his neck, and he pulled her further into his chest. Her heart
thumped madly as the rest of her body hummed with desire.

Holy hell. She wanted
Brandon. Bad.

The sound of someone
clearing his throat jerked her back into consciousness and she pulled her
tongue of Brandon’s mouth. Their eyes met briefly and the desire reflected in
his gaze sent another blast of heat through her. She turned away so as to not
melt into his arms one more time, and faced an uncomfortable-looking Luis and
an open-mouthed Ginger.

“Oh, hey guys. Are you
heading home now?” She tried to sound nonchalant despite the fact Brandon had
pulled her backward until she stood between his legs and hooked one of his arms
around her waist.

“Yeah. We decided to
have one last nightcap,” Luis said. He smiled at her but his eyes fell on
Brandon.

The two couples stood
there in silence for a few seconds before Luis reached out his hand to Brandon.
“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Luis Arroyo and this is my fiancée Ginger Soto.”

Latinas in search of their Happily Ever Afters. She lives in Southern
California with her husband, three kids, two Beagles and one Bulldog, and is
part of a larger, extended Mexican family whose members are NOT the source of
inspiration for her characters. Or so she tells them.